Today was the first time in a few weeks since I last visited my mother's house and as mothers are, she was disturbed by my rather nasty cough. Now even though I have two kids of my own and I have over ten years experience in the health sector, my mother would be the first to tell you that her more than thirty years of parenting trumps all that. Even though I assured her that I was taking medication, she determined that it was clearly not working and since we were going by the supermarket, my mother decided that she was going to buy me medicine that would work. I don't know how it is that mothers manage to find the nastiest forms of medication for their kids to guzzle down, but I made up in my mind that like it or not, if it was going to work, I would guzzle whatever poison she gave me.
And so it happened that when we got back to her house, I read the directions which said: "shake the solution vigorously." I became disturbed. Anything that refers to itself as solution did not bode well. I mean, solutions are what we use to clean toilets, tiles and stoves. Still I ventured on. The directions indicated that the serving size for adults and children over twelve is 10ml - the equivalent of two spoonfuls. I used the little measuring cup to ensure I poured the right amount and said a hearty prayer that if I should surely perish, that everyone would know that it was my mother who had caused my demise. Then, for reasons that remain unknown to me, I sniffed the darned solution and nearly had a coronary. Anytime you are about take medication, unless you are duly prepared, please take my foolish advice and don't smell it. It could mean the difference between life and death.
I don't think that I need to mention here that I hate taking medication, but if you haven't figured that out as yet, take note that I do not like it at all. If you are ill, you can be sure that I can probably suggest what remedy would work best. In fact, I will probably help to administer it if you are prone to dramatics, but I hate taking medication myself. But, even at my age, the truth is that I was not prepared to walk past my mother without taking the medication. I am not woman enough yet. So, I let her know that my demise was solely on her head and she cheerfully ignored me as I tossed the brownish liquid down the hatchet. The thing burned a passage down my throat, chest and gut and I let out a loud, high-pitched wail. Three times, I made this sound in an effort to recover and three times, I could I hear Jaheim make a similar sound. How good that little critter must have felt to see me getting a taste of my own medicine - literally. And as if to further prove my point, I heard his little chuckle and looked up to find his eyes, bright with laughter, on me. He is lucky that the bottle bears a warning that this solution should not be given to children under twelve.
When you sign on to be a mom, you have this fantasy that your children will be sympathetic to you in sickness and other crazy foolhardy ideas like that. The truth is, you tell them what to wear, what to do, where to go, you spank and / or punish them and force them to drink nasty concoctions all in the name of keeping them well or making them feel better. Think about it. These little critters are glad for one moment when something happens to show you up and you better believe that they will be the ones laughing the hardest. I don't mind. Honestly, I don't. Let them enjoy these rear occasions.
Another thing you never stop to think about: mothers don't get sick days. Despite however you may feel, you've got a responsibility to those that call you mom. Its the same if you're a super hero. The world doesn't stop needing you just because you've got a runny nose. And mischief and mayhem seem to pick up a secret radar just when you're at your worse. Today, my mischief and mayhem came in the form of Jaheim. But until he became tired and restless, it was a cute and playful type of mischief. I wish I could tell you now, but this post is about my mother - the original super hero.
Allison is mother to two active boys who challenge her on a day to day basis with their escapades. In her other life, Allison juggles a regular day job as a marketing executive in a health food organization. At night, when everyone is asleep, she dreams of being a fulltime writer and super hero.